Team DFL

DoodieheadThe Head Honcho at the gym said he was expecting to read about the workout today which was kind of hard. I’m sure normal crossfit guys would scoff at it, but we did dumbbell clean and split jerks interspersed with runs around the blocks. It started out as 20-run-20-run-20-run, but we looked tired enough after the first round so it was cut down to 20-run-15-run-9-run.

I wasn’t quite last today because someone else cramped up. Most days I’m almost certain to be DFL. (Dead effing last.) But I consider that to be a lot better than DNF (did not finish). I keep telling THH that I should be lifting a lot less weight, but he doesn’t buy it. Saturday we may have my birthday workout. It’s number 44. He’s threatening 44 pullups, etc, but Dave the Trainer (yeah, my old trainer) said it’s more likely that I’d do 44% of that. Hahahaha. Dave still has my back.

So THH told me he’d buy me a cheeseburger if I beat my rowing time last Wednesday and I did that quite handily. Well, by several seconds anyway. I sort of lucked out, too, since I did the row before some of the rest of the exercises. Now I’m supposed to find a non-divey place for a cheeseburger tomorrow. I think the consensus was the Widmer Gasthaus, but I’m supposed to come up with some options. I think THH thinks I spend most of my day at work dinking around surfing for hamburger places on the web. That used to be the case but since so many people are out, I’m actually working. Oh, the humanity!